Melbourne was a golden carpet on Saturday, luminous in its summer finery. Some 24 hours later, it's windy, cold, and drizzly. Nature's moods untethered.
The city's Central Business District, where sweeping streets criss-cross narrow by-lanes and coffee and culture collide, is abuzz. Its graffiti-stained walls spark an indie vibe. Flinders Park station isbustling, unmindful of vagaries of the weather. It's building to an apotheosis that'll be played out between chalked lines in the next fortnight.
